So long as we're on the topic, I have to tell my favorite story (well one of them) that I've told a dozen times before.
Dead of winter, but a calm, sunny, frigid morning. Professional sale, but what they did calling #'s was unprofessional. Everyone was piled in the hallway of this apartment building for a first floor apartment sale. People lined the stairs going up to floor 2 and everything, and there was a lot of grumbling. I got there early, was like #6 on the list IIRC.
They called my number and I couldn't get to the door, it was so crowded. While I got the couple feet to the door, there was commotion from the direction of the stairwell as an old guy they called after me attempted to cut me off. He started pushing his way through everybody and we were shoulder to shoulder entering the apartment. We literally popped through the doorway together like some cartoon characters. It was a funny moment I'll never forget.

Another guy made a funny remark about "all that pushing and shoving".
Somehow I turned into the correct room and found the shelving unit full of tools. That's where I found my nice green heritage box that I would carry in the car for many years. I quickly swept the set of vintage Craftsman combos off the shelf, and another guy was like "Oh, must be something good.". Of course the tools were priced out separate from the box, but the lady worked with me a little bit that day because it was so crazy and so cold out.